from oolalabad, again...
over old ceramic waves
a boat-like ink is chopping
its adopted face
unlike the living spirits
of the vessel
animism peoples
torque what foam [u]
ask to select
a water of birds
to cover the face
the nude and dreaming
option of its movement
earthmistealth
much pure
fecklee
eel breathed
the lantern bearing deep
our coral ladder halos
descend into girth
jointed and segmented vessel
eye within an eye
o yes ye est
ye sweet two watered
errata to awe
the reed's
last limping
buraw
cloud rub
in giant octagon
extrusion
our desks
crawl up
the sides
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.